Zian Xavier Reddic, Poetic Rula, GP - Big Dawg Status Lyrics

You gotta lose some shit just so you gain some shit
Whole lotta pain with it, but that's the game
You feel me 'fore the fame the real me was inclined
To handle all the pressure, chase the experience
Add another level, accept them Spirits, that's another devil
Love all them enemies, that's how I'm feeling seen a lotta killing
Don't want it no more
Get in the door and get hands-on the door
I can't play no no more I'm as serious as can be
If it ain't bout God or the Mob or the Money I'm uninterested I know I don't need it
Walking by faith so I really don't see em, just tryna teach them a little
Solving these beats like a riddle
I feel like Doncic with the dribble I'm hot
Pulling the shot up, signs I don't need them
But if its a sign imma read them
See I been a don call me Cheadle
Win the game but I don't cheat them
Nah, that ain't on my resume
I'm at a separate pace I'm moving at this speed can't never hesitate
I came up from the bottom, never section 8
I wanna run up a hunnit M's I wanna buy a house up for my momma n'em
Want a couple business making all the ends and a Benz truck on Forgiatto rims
Chicken, turkey, want a lot of hens
Got a big vision, need a lot of lens
Imma delegate it like a parliament
Big feddy like the government
Choppas on choppas on helicopters
I got lines on lines I'm like a teleprompter
Making moves and I can tell you bout them
If you run your mouth ill cut the tongue up out ya
Big dawg status
Wrist froze Patek
Maybach Brabus mansion
Having rich nigga tantrums
I ain't worried bout no hater
I salute them they doing they job
Worried bout me like I'm they god
Never been fake never been no fraud Nah
The way that I whip it and flip it
The way that I pack it and ship
Athlete I run up them digits
My runners cross boarders on missions
Maybach, Ferarri, McClarren my cars got new gadgets
Louis and Gucci and Prada my fabric is only expensive
Only exotic my bitches my cars and my weed and my profit
I was giving shit when I ain't have but now that I got it I'm never without it
Sippin on Saki, just to activate it up, pour a graduated cup
Sippin 4oz only then I'm done
Back on that block, had to learn chop, now I got chop skills
Here comes an ad, I'm from the Vil, That's a bottle of pills
That thang in the back, I go from the top to the bottom of hills
That niggas a rat, his talking was hot, so we got him to chill
Then we right back on them dollars
Holding the cash by the collar, my bank looking so proper
Imma go get me some shots up
Balling so hard they think that I'm the coach with a roster

You gotta lose some shit just so you gain some shit
Whole lotta pain with it, but that's the game
You feel me 'fore the fame the real me was inclined
To handle all the pressure, chase the experience
Add another level, accept them Spirits, that's another devil
Love all them enemies, that's how I'm feeling seen a lotta killing
Don't want it no more
Get in the door and get hands-on the door
I can't play no no more I'm as serious as can be
If it ain't bout God or the Mob or the Money I'm uninterested I know I don't need it
Walking by faith so I really don't see em, just tryna teach them a little
Solving these beats like a riddle
I feel like Doncic with the dribble I'm hot
Pulling the shot up, signs I don't need them
But if its a sign imma read them
See I been a don call me Cheadle
Win the game but I don't cheat them
Nah, that ain't on my resume
I'm at a separate pace I'm moving at this speed can't never hesitate
I came up from the bottom, never section 8
I wanna run up a hunnit M's I wanna buy a house up for my momma n'em
Want a couple business making all the ends and a Benz truck on Forgiatto rims
Chicken, turkey, want a lot of hens
Got a big vision, need a lot of lens
Imma delegate it like a parliament
Big feddy like the government
Choppas on choppas on helicopters
I got lines on lines I'm like a teleprompter
Making moves and I can tell you bout them
If you run your mouth ill cut the tongue up out ya
Big dawg status
Wrist froze Patek
Maybach Brabus mansion
Having rich nigga tantrums
I ain't worried bout no hater
I salute them they doing they job
Worried bout me like I'm they god
Never been fake never been no fraud Nah
The way that I whip it and flip it
The way that I pack it and ship
Athlete I run up them digits
My runners cross boarders on missions
Maybach, Ferarri, McClarren my cars got new gadgets
Louis and Gucci and Prada my fabric is only expensive
Only exotic my bitches my cars and my weed and my profit
I was giving shit when I ain't have but now that I got it I'm never without it
Sippin on Saki, just to activate it up, pour a graduated cup
Sippin 4oz only then I'm done
Back on that block, had to learn chop, now I got chop skills
Here comes an ad, I'm from the Vil, That's a bottle of pills
That thang in the back, I go from the top to the bottom of hills
That niggas a rat, his talking was hot, so we got him to chill
Then we right back on them dollars
Holding the cash by the collar, my bank looking so proper
Imma go get me some shots up
Balling so hard they think that I'm the coach with a roster